[now that's a response Dohalim wasn't expecting. he leans back slightly to look at the other, watching him for a moment, before reaching to take a pale hand in his. it's almost fascinating how a jest can turn so serious between them at the drop of a hat, but for once, there isn't a heavy air about them, all things considered. for Red Wine, whose life is supposed to revolve around eternal servitude, and for Dohalim, who abhors the idea of slavery... no, there's no heaviness about them, but more a comfortable silence for a moment, one that Dohalim breaks after a small handful of minutes]
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[now that's a response Dohalim wasn't expecting. he leans back slightly to look at the other, watching him for a moment, before reaching to take a pale hand in his. it's almost fascinating how a jest can turn so serious between them at the drop of a hat, but for once, there isn't a heavy air about them, all things considered. for Red Wine, whose life is supposed to revolve around eternal servitude, and for Dohalim, who abhors the idea of slavery... no, there's no heaviness about them, but more a comfortable silence for a moment, one that Dohalim breaks after a small handful of minutes]
...Would you mind telling me about her?